Bound Shark Wife

miss……

Xiaoying murmured, shrinking her face into the fluffy white scarf, which seemed to be more incomprehensible than what Li Guanshi taught him.

But he looked at the head of the sect, as if he touched the meaning again.

Shark scratched the hair that had just been trimmed by Zong Zhang. His hair was always a little irritable when autumn came. The strands of hair were no longer obedient, frizzy and messy.

Monsters are difficult to tame, and even the strands of the monster's hair look so individual.

Xiaoying knelt down in front of the patriarch, who was lingering in every possible way, and let the other party continue to cut his hair for him.Tired from squatting, he simply turned around and lay on the Zongzhang's knees, his head drooped down supplely, and the strands of hair that Zongzhang's fingers passed through slowly became soft like strands of tameness.

Shame spread out a piece of blue headband and handed it to Zongzhang, and asked Zongzhang to tie his hair properly.

Pu Yuan looked at him from top to bottom: "Come back when you're tired."

Xiaoyu hugged the Zongzhang's legs with both hands, and rubbed her face intimately, but the Zongzhang pulled her away slightly.

He was puzzled.

Pu Yuan tidied up his clothes: "Let's go out and play."

Xiaojiao walked outside the door, turned around and saw Zongzhang still pinching the corner of his cuff, his right arm was hanging down naturally, covered by loose clothes, the whole person was like a quiet sculpture.

Shark covered her mouth slightly, narrowed her eyes and let out a little sleepy wetness and left.

After the shark left, Pu Yuan faced up to the position he had covered with his cuff.

Shark always rubs around without rules and doesn't know anything. I have to ask after explaining to him. Obviously some things have happened more than once, and I have done more than rubbing up on my knees. As for why I avoided it, Pu Yuan's eyes moved.

In the final analysis, human beings are nothing more than mortal flesh/body, with six impure faculties.

After a quarter of an hour, there was no rest.

When Liu Songzi heard that the Zongzhang asked him to send some cold water in, he mistakenly thought that he had auditory hallucinations.

The servant asked uncertainly, "Cool, cold water?"

Zong Zhang: "Yes."

Liu Songzi said cautiously: "Master Zong, you, your doctor said that your fever has not completely subsided."

I have not recovered from my illness, and my body is weak, so I have to drink cold water, and what should I do if I drink out of my body?

But the little servant listened again, seeing that the Zongzhang's eyes did not change, he could only follow the order to make half a pot of cold water and send it to the bookstore, and then went out with his head down and a bitter face.

Pu Yuan didn't touch the half pot of cold water right away. He picked up the scroll and read it carefully. No matter what, his energy could not be transferred from the abnormality of his body to the book. His knuckle fingers held the teapot, one cup, two cups, and waited for the cold water to slowly seep into the book. In the abdomen, the disturbing and restless emotions were gradually dissipated.

The warm and warm sun slanted into the window, and there was a bit of coolness when the wind blew up, and the evening wind wiped away the sweat from Zong Zhang's neck.

At night, the back street is bustling with gongs and drums.

Xiaoxie rubbed his sleepy and confused eyes to ask what happened, Dongyue smiled and said: "There is a bumper harvest this autumn, and after the tax is paid, everyone still has a lot of rice left over for the New Year, so the clan held a bonfire on this lively night." For the reception, many people passed by before it was dark."

Xiaosha: "Where's A Yuan?"

Dongyue pursed her lips and smiled secretly: "Of course the chief was invited to host this bonfire reception."

Xiaoying went back to the house and wrapped herself in a coat, she didn't forget to turn her head and said: "Sister Dongyue, can you ask someone to take me there."

Dongyue summons Wuwei and asks him to send Xiaoyu to the place where the bonfire reception is held. The street market is very lively, even more so than the night market at Drum Tower and the bustling night street of Anli City.

Xiaosha looked around with great interest.

The place where the bonfire reception was held was an open valley field with a leeward wind. The ethnic groups set up a table early, and clusters of bright and warm bonfires were lit around them. The ethnic groups present sat down around each bonfire in turn.

In front of the bonfire, set up big/suckling pigs smeared with sauce, fat and tender sea fish, and shochu warmed over the fire.

Everyone on the field was in high spirits, drinking heavily and eating meat, laughing again and again.

Xiao Jiao followed Wu Wei and was squeezed by people from time to time, he looked left and right, and soon saw the figure surrounded by various elders.

Pu Yuan held a large bowl in his left hand, someone poured a bowl full of hot wine for him, the servants beside him dared not speak out.

At the bonfire reception that the whole family celebrated, the head of the family would naturally not spoil everyone's interest. If someone came to toast, he would just take a sip, and he drank a whole bowl after each sip.

Xiao Jiao stared at Zong Zhang's empty wine bowl, and someone filled it up again.

Liu Songzi, who was anxious but did not dare to speak, was stunned when he saw Xiaoying who was watching in the crowd, and immediately got up and pushed through the crowd, walked in front of him, and whispered, "Young Master Yu, go and persuade the Zongzhang."

Xiaosha: "Huh?"

Liu Songzi exaggerated the damage caused by illness and drinking, Xiao Jiao frowned, followed the servant to squeeze in from the crowd, and skillfully found a seat beside the Zongzhang.

The elders looked in amazement at the young man who suddenly appeared and was still sitting next to the head of the clan. His blue eyes made them talk a lot. They wondered when such a foreign boy with a delicate face came to the clan.

There were also people who saw the shark and were immediately fascinated. The wine in the bowl spilled on the ground, and they murmured: "My mother, you look so cute."

Pu Yuan looked sideways at Xiao Shar, saw that he came out with only a layer of outerwear on, slightly frowned his long eyebrows: "Why did you come out with so little clothes on?"

Xiaosha: "Sharks are not afraid of the cold."

The elder asked: "Master Zong, this is—"

Pu Yuan: "Young Master Lan."

The elders nodded one after another, seeing that the Zongzhang didn't say much, and this delicate Mr. Lan was so close to the Zongzhang, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and took a sip of wine tacitly.

It's no wonder that so many young girls showed their love to the Zongzhang just now, and the Zongzhang remained indifferent. Presumably, he had such a wonderful person by his side.

Although masculinity is not prevalent in the clan, there are also some sects that raise Qidi in the backyard.

The elders heard that these Qidi usually do not come out of the backyard to meet their main wives, and the head of the family will not let the Qidi meet his wife. Only when the men in the family want to see them, they will go to the backyard to meet with the Qidi once. It is also invisible during the night and during the day.

All of the above shows that although Qi Di is not unusual, he is not in the public eye after all, and is mostly treated as a little boy and petted at home, cleaner than those young men in the Goulan tile shop.

Although the young master Lan in front of him was exquisite in appearance and clothes, the trust and attachment in his eyes all told the elders that he might be the puppet brother raised by the patriarch in private.

And Qidi's identity is not on the table, but the patriarch let Qidi appear next to him, and even the young boy who tasted the shochu in the patriarch's bowl curiously. La frowned, her demeanor was cute and charming, and she looked at her more quietly.

The majestic and impartial patriarch did not reprimand Mr. Lan, perhaps it was not just as simple as Qidi, this was spoiled in front of everyone!

The onlookers fell silent.

Xiaoying couldn't drink shochu, so he told Zong Zhang with a muffled voice that his mouth was bitter and spicy.

"Ah Yuan, Shark's throat is bitter."

Shark's voice was greasy and soft, and the eavesdroppers trembled.

The servant standing by the side had already smartly found a pot of fruit wine. The fruit pulp was mixed with honey mountain spring and mixed with a little sake.

Shake took a sip of the fruit wine brought by the servant, and liked it so much, he just drank it himself, and sent the same bowl of fruit wine to Pu Yuan's lips, although the Zong Zhang didn't appreciate it, but this pushing and pulling was also called by many young people. The eldest elder looked around, and secretly said that although the head of the sect was strict in doing things, he couldn't pass the test of tenderness and beauty after all, and he actually loved each other in front of so many people.

The girls who were secretly watching and waiting for the opportunity to present their hearts were all downcast. When they came, they dressed up carefully. At this moment, they were shivering in the thin dresses wrapped tightly against the cold autumn night wind. Even if they had the heart, they were like gems to the boy His blue eyes couldn't help but look sad.

Just a pair of eyes can make people's heart flutter, where can they get such a pair of beautiful, attractive and innocent blue eyes.

Shark is drunk.

Although the fruit wine is sweet, greedy drinking still makes Shark's hands and feet hot, and his brain heats up.

He rested his forehead on Zongchang's arm in a fuzzy manner, and wanted to drink, but was held back by Pu Yuan.

It was getting late, Pu Yuan got up with Xiao Jiao.

Liu Songzi smiled and said, "Young master Lan is drunk, the head of the clan will take people back first, and all the elders drink slowly."

Xiaosha murmured: "Shark still wants to drink, it's delicious."

Pu Yuan pressed the Shark's swaying head slightly with his palm, put it on the side of his neck, and patted the back of his neck.

"gone back."

Several elders raised their necks and looked around. The Zongzhang hugged Mr. Nalan in his arms, and said something unknown, which caused the blue-eyed boy to go up to rub Zongzhang's ears in a drunken state. Leaning close to the Zongzhang's ear, it's hard to let go.

The onlookers dared not speak.

I don't know how much love I want to give away to the Zongzhang tonight in this scene. The matchmakers who usually level the back door of the Zongyuan still swear that there is no one around the Zongchang. Now, the Zongzhang has embraced people!

Rumors spread everywhere, and the ethnic group gradually talked about it after dinner.

"Have you heard that the head of the sect has raised a Qidi, be good, he is still a foreign boy, and he looks incredibly beautiful."

"Pass it down, the Zongchang has a younger brother."

"The patriarch is very fond of that Qidi."

"I heard that some Qidi can conceive like women."

"Hand down, the patriarch's Qidi is pregnant."

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